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There was a
Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. A little inn flying a Swiss
flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and
lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. So Mrs. 3, the Project
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fees. I did not want anything made smooth and
easy for me. Oh, cuss it!”
“Eh?”
“He said I would. She almost laughed, but repressed her
smile lest it seem cruel. On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne,
had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose,
keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. She stopped eating. The waterman sheltered his
mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away
by the violence of the blast. No matter how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not
bring it to a halt.
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